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Once upon a midnight dreary, while Ipondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume offorgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenlythere came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping atmy chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tappingat my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in thebleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought itsghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I hadsought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrowfor the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom theangels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling ofeach purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantasticterrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of myheart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance atmy chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at mychamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitatingthen no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly yourforgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and sogently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping atmy chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - hereI opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long Istood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal everdared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and thedarkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was thewhispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured backthe word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soulwithin me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhatlouder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is somethingat my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and thismystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and thismystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, withmany a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of thesaintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not aminute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched abovemy chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above mychamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancyinto smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of thecountenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wanderingfrom the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on theNight's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to heardiscourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - littlerelevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no livinghuman being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird abovehis chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bustabove his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placidbust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that oneword he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not afeather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Otherfriends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopeshave flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by replyso aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is itsonly stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whomunmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till hissongs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholyburden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sadsoul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat infront of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betookmyself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what thisominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt,and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but nosyllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnedinto my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my headat ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that thelamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with thelamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser,perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkledon the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thymemories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, andforget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempesttossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desertland enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell metruly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tellme - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! -prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by thatGod we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, withinthe distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom theangels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom theangels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird orfiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and theNight's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that liethy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit thebust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and takethy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still issitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above mychamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of ademon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streamingthrows his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that liesfloating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
六六六六六
为什么不出一个觅心法师皮肤呢？
我非常期待斯维因先生年轻时梳着帅气发型的样子"o((>ω< ))o"）
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